Do I Want This Stuff On Me?

We had a good day today. Still had the usual bickering between the girls. Still had the usual tantrums that only a 3-year old knows how to do. Still had some rude speaking from a certain 5-year old. But overall, a good day.

What I wasn't expecting though, was to have Lauchlan's poop in my hair, on my shoulder, on my arms, on my shirt and all over my hands. Nor did I expect to walk through a puddle of Heather's pee. But I did.

I put one of Lauclan's dirty g-Diaper inserts into the garbage rather than the toilet. We were just about to head out the door, as usual, Lauchy was poopy (this kid poops at least 5 times a day) - it was just quicker to put in the garbage. I know that the diaper will still decompose faster than a disposable diaper so I feel okay putting them into the garbage sometimes. Anyways, what I didn't do was put the elastic back onto the cupboard door. Lauchlan must have opened the cupboard and touched the diaper. I didn't know he touched it and I picked him up. It was soon after that I realized there was something wet all over me. Yup, his poop. All over me. And all over him. Just what I wanted before heading out the door.

This evening I went upstairs to find a crying Heather standing just inside her room. I thought she had a bad dream and when I walked into her room I walked through a puddle on the floor. The little darling tried to warn me, but she wasn't quick enough.

Some days are like that I guess!